Complaints (Bedros Tourian Poems)
FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun,Ye twain that shine above my soul on high!My spirit from the ...
FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun,Ye twain that shine above my soul on high!My spirit from the ...
The long days came and went; the riotous beesTore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,And men grew faint ...
By life tormented, and by cunning hope,When my soul surrenders in its battle with them,Day and night I press my ...
I still recall the wondrous momentWhen you appeared before my eyes, Just like a fleeting apparition,Just like pure beauty's distillation.When'er ...
If instead of windows so amply Frozen to precious stones we had A few statues against azure skies,Or a columned ...
The wind-swayed daisies, that on every sideThrong the wide fields in whispering companies,Serene and gently smiling like the eyesOf tender ...
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, - As though ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet. One soft, caressing hand played with my hair, And one I ...
all the world's a stage shrinking & life remains a same rendition without rehearsal whose script is written by no-one ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Tell me, Tramp, where I may go To be free from human woe; Say where I may hope to find ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
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